His touch consumes her. She can’t see him, but she feels him with every cell in her body. He leans into her, his fingers stroking her slowly as she remains bent over the car. He whispers to her, asking her “Who is my good girl?” Her answer isn’t quick enough, and she feels the sting of his hand on her bare ass. He asks again, this time with a terrifying firmness in his voice. She answers, without hesitation, “I am sir. I am.”

“Yes, you are. Good girl.” He lets her dress slide down over her hips, and stands her up next to him. In front of her, he caresses her body, from her waist….leading up, slowly. Her neck is exposed, as her long dark hair is pulled up and her dress is just the right amount of revealing. His fingers can feel her nipples pressing against the material of her dress, so hard…. silently begging for his lips to taste them. He pulls the silkiness away from her left breast, exposing her. He listens as her breath catches in her throat. Then leans into her, sucking her nipple into his hot mouth.

Instinctively, her hands twist in his dark hair, pushing him closer to her. He bites down on her hard nipple then jerks away. He quickly spins her around and bends her over the hood again. Lifting her dress, he spanks her sweet ass…hard. She moans, but knows not to say any more than that.

He asks her, “Did you get permission to touch me like that?”

“No sir.” She replies, with no fear or pain in her voice. She knew she would be punished for it….and she was willing to take that punishment. She needed to touch him.

He reminds her of how this works, and what is required. She agrees. He carefully rubs her ass, where he had just spanked her, then kisses her hot, red skin.

He leads her back to the car, guiding her into the passenger seat. As he buckles her seat belt, his fingers slide over her throat, pausing there as he kisses her. He feels her pulse, racing against his touch. He kisses her neck, then whispers to her, “You are mine. My good girl. I don’t want to punish you like that, but you know that I must be obeyed, don’t you?”

“Yes sir. I do know.”

“Valentina Luna Mia….. you will never forget.”